POETRY
The Grand Inquisitor
So this is the sacrifice-
What did Satan really offer
I know You. I have seen Your face.
Do You really know
You do not know.
They are scared children
Because that is the best way.
We are your subjects, and you are our Savior.
Why? Because I know what You do not.
That is what Satan offered--
You are their God. You are their ikon.
But I, I am their Lord, here and now.
Thou wilt come again in victory,
But I will say that they have only saved themselves,
What is redemption?
I must be cleansed.
Fire. Fire.
I can feel how it's
I feel sick. I feel sick.
You're watching me die.
I have done something good.
Find me my mercy.
--I can hear you from here!
Tell Him, Tell Him!
I can be cleansed,
I am wicked,
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You gave us such a gift
this gift of love and hate?
in that lonely desert?
You do not know it, but I do.
It is the face of doubt,
the face of the masses,
what to do with them?
That is the price you paid. That
was your sacrifice.
They do not know.
But the flock will come together again
and will submit once more.
and I will tell them that
that is the best way
That is the key to their hearts.
That is the secret to being God.
But at my word, they will hate You.
If I tell them to, they will beat You and burn You
and nail You to another Cross.
I have given what they want
and they love me for it
and I love them for it
and they are in my hands for it.
without free will, they must love you
and all they want is to have to love you.
You are their crucifix.
You are their vague heaven and hell, faith and doubt,
condemnation and redemption.
And their Lord giveth
and their Lord taketh away
and that's what they want.
Thou wilt come with thy chosen,
proud and strong.
but I have saved all.
Tomorrow, I shall burn thee.
What have I to show
fir an eternity here
in this wicked town,
this wicked life?
I must be pulled
from this lake of fire.
I can feel it now.
I can feel the
horrible things I've done.
consumed my mind.
This town, this life--
I am them. They are me.
What is redemption?
Have I ever earned it?
Angel, my angel, have I earned it?
I see you from here.
You are a glance from God,
a glimpse of redemption--
I must have done something. Anything.
Find me my salvation.
Find me my hope, find me anything.
My angel, angel!
"She once pulled up an onion
in her garden and gave it to a beggar woman."
The onion will not break!
My God, my God,
I can be pulled from this fire.
I must be pulled from this fire!
I can be redeemed.
There is a heaven
for the mobs in the mire.
but I once gave a woman an onion.
With an onion
I have found Paradise.